Durante una excursion a pie, que realice el pasado verano a traves de uno o dos de los condados riberenos de Nueva York, me encontre, al caer el dia, un tanto desorientado acerca del camino que debia seguir. La tierra se ondulaba de un modo considerable y durante la ultima hora mi senda habia dado vueltas y mas vueltas de aqui para alla, tan confusamente en su esfuerzo por mantenerse dentro de los valles, que no tarde mucho en ignorar en que direccion quedaba la bonita aldea de B..., donde habia decidido pernoctar. El sol casi no habia brillado durante el dia -en el mas estricto sentido de la palabra-, a pesar de lo cual habia estado desagradablemente caluroso. Una niebla humeante, parecida a la del verano indio, envolvia todas las cosas y, desde luego, contribuia a mi incertidumbre. During a pedestrian trip last summer, through one or two of the river counties of New York, I found myself, as the day declined, somewhat embarrassed about the road I was pursuing. The land undulated very remarkably; and my path, for the last hour, had wound about and about so confusedly, in its effort to keep in the valleys, that I no longer knew in what direction lay the sweet village of B-, where I had determined to stop for the night. The sun had scarcely shone-strictly speaking-during the day, which nevertheless, had been unpleasantly warm. A smoky mist, resembling that of the Indian summer, enveloped all things, and of course, added to my uncertainty."